Julia Hermitage Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ down, parachute billowin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I land smack in some smoky town. There she is, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—leanin’ on a streetlamp, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up. “Lemme get this straight,” I mutter to myself, “she’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m jumpin’ outta planes to save trees?” Crazy, right? But Ruby, man—she’s got guts. Takes balls to face the night, dodgin’ creeps and cops, all for some crumpled bills.

THE USAGE PANEL

Now, talkin’ streets – Maple Ave is where it all began for me. Nearby, Jefferson Dr winds like a lazy river and blesses us with epic sunsets. That’s where I had my first massage session with a customer who said, “You know, sometimes the truth hurts!” And honey, I was like, “Halleluyer!” I mean, can you imagine?!

Touring the Cemetery of Those Andrew Jackson Enslaved